Rubber Soul Falsities and Truth in Wave Riding

Before I get going, that big smoking right in the previous blog is Tres Palmas, Puerto Rico. That's Charles Williams gliding in to that jewel. Now on to the blog...

Ya know, the retro soul vibe gig that has the surf world in a strangle hold of late initially comes off as disingenuous at best, with surfers lugging any bit of flotsom down to the water's edge, or worse, pulling up to the car park with a fishy 5-finner still hot from the Chinese shaping machine that scraped it out.

If you're skeptical of the falsities of goofballs in rubber soul costumes like me, try watching one of Andrew Kidman's neo-retro soul extravaganzas like Believe or Glass Love. You might just fall prey to the charms of riding something new, getting involved in the artistry of your surfboard or seeing what surfing really is: a magical way to grab the essence of natural creation itself.

Yeah, just think about what you do as a surfer. Appreciate the curves of the wave face and the breeze rolling over miles of ocean and the post-ride smile stretched across your face. That's the truth. Even the jittery fear of submerged rocks in shadowy water and shark attacks make you happy on the inside. Happiness is that sense that you are truly alive and truly a surfer.